Yesterday was my birthday! =D
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so. happy 15th to me.

Today was the rehearsal graduation ceremony for the fifth-formers. We got to have the last two lessons off to watch troupes of fifteen-year olds dance and sing and be rather femmeslashy onstage. All-girls school productions are rather rife with this (seriously though, they cranked out a song from Grease and one side was the boys and one side was the girls, but they were really /all/ girls and it looked rather...hee!)
Anyway. Although it was incredibly tacky as school productions are bound to be, it was also incredibly sad. I mean, today was their last day, ever. In a year's time, it will be /my/ last year in secondary school.
It's sad, and frightening, but it's also very exciting.
Also: Hi, everybody who's new on my flist! It's very nice to meet you all =)

I woke up at 11.30 today and wrote a paper on Women on the Workplace. Currently, I am procrastinating because I do not want to do my graphs.
Seriously. Why are graphs helpful in future life? I can understand why fractions, and decimals and percentages and possibly even algebra can help you but what is knowing what the coefficient of y=2x + 1 is?
I don't get it.

This is my resource post.

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This post will get continually updated =)

My friend C has me hooked on bad Quizilla fanfics.

How can I resist it when it has wonderful, glorious stuff such as:

IMPORTANT INFORMATION
1st: I just want to let you all know that my story isn't going to follow the lines of 'Harry Potter' very much. Since I havn't read the books. Yeah, yeah. I know I'm a loser.
2nd: Since I havn't read the books and I've only seen the movies and read a few Fan Fics about Harry Potter, I don't know much about everything. So, if I get some things wrong, don't kill me.
3rd: In my story Voldemort looks just like he did when he was younger, 'kay? So, he doesn't look all gross and old and crap. Also, mainly I'm going to call him Tom. Later on he'll be called Voldemort for a little.
4th: Sorry in advance if this sucks. I'm sooooory!!

and


"Met me here tomorrow at the same time?" He asked.
"I guess." He let go of my hand and I headed for the Slytherin Tower. ((I think that's what it's called. Like I said I don't know much about Harry Potter.))


or


Another smash of glass was heard downstairs followed by Sara screaming. You just sat there quietly still looking out the window. You were scared the whole time of your life, but never showed it. I guess you could say you were brave.

"Raven!" You could hear Richard call. Now what? Does he want to cause un mistakable scars? I don't think so.



or maybe even


Tommy sat across from me as I drank my cold soda. Gerard sat ajacent to me, his head turning looking for this years "girl". Every year he would find a new girl, and make her his new trend. But like all fashion statements, it comes down in a brutal end. He would make them feel such horrid emotions, and he didn't care.


And how can you resist titles like:
I Can't Wait For You To Shut Me Up & Make Me Hip Like Badass [Frankie Iero]
||Beauty From The Black Market||Draco Malfoy||
|| 00 || I'm a Runaway Bride. || Frank Iero ♥ ||
Kidnapped... by a GAY vampire??? (funny story!)

No, really, I can't. It's like watching a car wreck...you can't tear your eyes away.

Ohemgee, brand_new_hope_! Thank youuuu! ♥♥♥♥

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If/when I go to watch Brokeback Mountain there are no orange dresses, I will be severely disappointed.

So my dad is watching Euronews in the background and suddenly, I heard
"Blah blah blah...who dropped out of school to FARM LLAMAS
And I cracked up laughing, because llamas are like the patron animals of internet randomness.



Possibly, nobody will find this funny except the skirt-swirling, fan-twirling, heel-stomping, maniacally-grinning idiot who is going to dance embarassingly bad flamenco tomorrow. And by that, of course I mean, me.

PS: In her Shoes is a horrendously bad movie, and its only purpose served to make me want to buy shoes more. Because shoes are apparently, empowering.

Today was kind of trippy. I spent half of the day on nothing but coke, dancing flamenco (Christmas concert rehearsals. Don't ask x))Then I went home and fell asleep after eating a bowl of cereal. After that, I went out with my frienz (in my brand spanking pirate-y boots no less, aha matey) and laughed like a loon.
Apparently, cold weather makes me hyper. Crazy hyper. Hyper like my friend C who can sing the themesong to Dragonball Z in Italian without really trying.

So.
So I finally went to see Goblet of Fiah and guess what...
...IT WAS GREAT.
Omg. It was the best one out of all four. The first two felt like I was being hit repeatedly on the head with a sledgehammer, and the third one was like "Aw fuck, who needs magic when you can have MAGICAL PINK HOODIES OF DEATH"? This one was just swell.
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I might add more but HOMG WOW is the general gist of it.